The clear and loud sound of waking up echoed in the teahouse.
This is a three-story teahouse. The wooden structure of the building is in the shape of a zigzag. A bright patio is hollowed out between the second and third floors. A small platform is set up in the center of the patio on the first floor. At this time, a man wearing white clothes
A thin old man was standing on the stage, bowing to the sparse audience surrounding him.
"Last time we talked about Lin Daiyu seeing injustice on the road, so she took action angrily and punched to death Zhen Guanxi who bullied the Jin family's father and daughter. It turned out that Zhen Guanxi was an in-law of the local powerful family. Lin Daiyu knew that she could not stay here for a long time.
, we could only pack our luggage overnight and escape to the wild with the Jin family and daughter... We will continue the story from the previous chapter today."
"It is said that although Lin Daiyu is a woman, and a girl who is only sixteen years old and can barely grow up, she once got a demon-eating spell by chance when she was young. As long as she keeps eating demon meat, she can continue to increase her physical strength. This
This is also the reason why she can kill Zhen Guanxi with three punches."
"Although she has magic power, Lin Daiyu has never left the county town. Looking around, the world is vast, but she doesn't know where she is going. At this time, the Jin family's father and daughter invited her to go to a neighboring county with them, saying that they still have relatives there.
But Lin Daiyu was a bold person and took them on the road without much thought..."
"This is a journey of more than three hundred miles. It is full of barren mountains and rivers. Every few miles there are attacks from jackals, tigers and leopards. Fortunately, under the protection of Lin Daiyu's magic, we all passed safely, but just as we were about to reach the neighboring country
On the first day of the county, a huge tiger monster suddenly blocked the way forward..."
The old storyteller told the whole story in a leisurely and unhurried manner, focusing on the bloody cruelty in magic practice, the power of monsters and monsters, the weirdness of witchcraft and the dangers of the fight between humans and monsters.
These plots are what the people at the bottom of this world like to hear most, because as we all know, it is extremely dangerous to introduce monster flesh and blood into the body to become a monk.
Those monks who are at the bottom of the cultivating class are not much more valuable than ordinary people. The only difference is that ordinary people suffer from hunger and can only choose to be patient after being bullied. The monks have the option of drawing out their swords and cutting them off. As for whether they can win with the swords.
That's another story.
Most of the monks in the world are low-level shrimps who ventured onto the road of spiritual practice after acquiring one or two incomplete inheritances. Although they were more prosperous than mortals when they were alive, they had to endure the influence of demonic nature on human nature and the drastic changes in their character.
If you have to live a life of killing people or being killed all day long, most of them will have a short life.
The people in the southeastern mountainous area of Daliang don't know what the situation is like for monks in other places, but the stories told by the old storyteller in the past half month are the life of monks they usually see.
Although the life of a monk is wonderful, if those wonderful stories happen to others, they will naturally attract everyone's admiration. However, if it happens to oneself, there is a high probability that one's face will be stained with blood.
If a spell and spell materials are placed in front of an ordinary mortal with a stable life, this mortal may not necessarily dare to embark on the path of cultivation. Although they do not dare, people still instinctively like to listen to the stories of some monks.
What the old storyteller on the stage told was a new story that the locals had never heard before.
The old storyteller was literate. He used to be a down-and-out storyteller in the open air at Caishikou. He could barely make a living by telling old stories that the locals were tired of hearing. But recently, he didn't know how he got the idea, and he was asked to make up a new story.
There are many idle people in Caishikou who like to listen.
This allowed the teahouse owner to seize the business opportunity and invite the old man to the teahouse. He asked for nothing else, as long as the old man's story could make the teagoers sit in the teahouse for a longer time, drink one more pot of tea, and order one more plate of snacks.
Fruits and melons are earned.
The old man's voice continued to echo in the teahouse, and there was a seven or eight-year-old child walking lightly among the sparse guests in the teahouse.
The child is holding a gong in his hand, turning the gong upside down as a utensil. Whenever he comes to a guest, he doesn't say anything and interrupts, but just raises the gong respectfully above his head.
A generous guest will throw one or two coins into the gong, and the children will immediately bow several times to thank the rewarder and continue walking to the next table.
However, most of the customers in the teahouse were prostitutes. Children walked from the first floor to the second floor, and from the second floor to the third floor. There were only more than thirty copper coins in the gong.
But the child was already very satisfied with this larger harvest than usual, and he set his eyes on the last table of guests on the third floor.
The guests at this table are a man and a woman. They are luxuriously dressed and have extraordinary looks. They don't look like ordinary civilians. According to his experience in asking for rewards, if this story can entertain them, they may receive a reward of silver this time.
After a few steps, he ran up to the man. He didn't dare to speak and disturb the guests listening to the book. He might get beaten. The child showed a bright smile and raised the gong.
Du Kang had already noticed this child, and when he came to him, he threw a small piece of broken silver into a pile of copper coins.
After the child saw the silver, he quickly put the gong aside, lay on the floor and kowtowed a few times before turning around and leaving.
"Does Your Majesty like children? It's a pity that the slave family is a ghost, otherwise I would definitely give birth to one for Your Majesty."
The person who spoke was a beautiful woman sitting across the table. She had a graceful figure and a cold temperament with a hint of glamor. She was wearing a pink fitted palace dress, which made her look sultry.
Full.
Such a woman should be very eye-catching, but the guests around her were sitting very far away, and the nearby tables were also vacant, so they could only glance at her from a distance.
Not to mention this woman's luxurious clothes, just looking at her appearance, she is a character that ordinary people would not dare to mess with.
Men in this world love beauty, so women, especially beautiful women, are either attached to those who have power, or they have power themselves. No matter which of these two situations, ordinary people cannot afford to offend them.
of.
The two people who were listening to the book didn't pay much attention to the commotion around them. The pink lady looked at the man opposite her with eyes full of spring. When she saw that he ignored her, she took off her pink shoes and stretched out a pair of shoes from her skirt.
With only his slender jade legs, he placed one little foot on Du Kang's thigh from under the table.
As soon as Du Kang lowered his head, he saw the white and tender feet, with five distinct toes and pink nails growing on them, making them wobbly and endearing.
He held the little foot that looked like flesh and blood, but was actually the body of a ghost in his hand. The tentacles were like holding a piece of cold nephrite, and it felt so good that people couldn't put it down.
Examining the nephrite in his hand, Du Kang transferred the strands of energy and blood into Lady Fen's Yin Shen body and said with a smile.
"The way of Yin and God is profound and profound. I have heard that ghosts and immortals with advanced realms can unite with Yin and God to give birth to a fairy child. If Lady Pink becomes more advanced in the future, she can also give birth to a child for me."
"Your Majesty likes to joke. How could the slave family be so lucky to have such a high level of cultivation in the future?"
Lady Pink has been following the ghost and immortal path of Yin Shen Dharma for decades, and she is still a low-level monk. She doesn’t even think that the kind of thing Du Kang said can happen to her.
After giving Du Kang a coquettish look, Lady Pink was reluctant to take her feet out, because the Black Feather Demon Crow clone is a big demon, and its blood is not only rich but also extremely pure, and it often uses this kind of blood to nourish the yin.
God is very beneficial to spiritual practice, and she is reluctant to leave.
Du Kang kept moving his hands, turned his head and continued to look downstairs.
In his spiritual eyes, this ordinary teahouse is actually a colorful world, like a vast ocean of spiritual energy whizzing by around him. Human beings have lost their fixed form and turned into a bunch of twisted and deformed light of different colors.
ball.
The storyteller's voice turned into a strange murmur in the ears, like the sleepy murmur of a giant beast in the deep sea. In this sound, bits and pieces of stories were instilled into the ears of the audience present.
Regardless of whether these people listen carefully or not, these stories will be deeply rooted in their subconscious minds. They may not think of them usually, but when they wake up from a dream in the middle of the night, they may suddenly recall a certain story they have heard.
Or one of the characters will never be forgotten until the end of his life.
Among these listeners, there were more than a dozen who were listening attentively. Invisible golden light spots were emerging from the spiritual light on their bodies, floating in the sea of spiritual energy and then disappearing without a trace.
Those are the pan-believers who empathize with the story, and what is produced in them is the power of incense and aspiration. These clear-cut beliefs will automatically converge on the calligraphers in the sea of spiritual energy.
Don't look at the fact that each person can only generate a weak will power, but as long as the number of believers is large enough and everyone recalls these stories long enough, these weak powers will converge into a powerful force that can create gods.
The old storyteller was just an ordinary person. After being given these stories from "The Legend of Gods and Demons" by Du Kang in his dream, he thought they were his own dreams.
Du Kang used magic to permanently transform the old man's soul. His mind will be connected to "The Legend of Gods and Demons", and a steady stream of new stories will automatically appear in his mind, just like a hard-working farmer, for Du Kang
Plant the seeds of a good harvest and earn some food and clothing for yourself.
Among those who listen to the story, some excellent seeds will also be noticed by the calligrapher, and he will select new sowers among them.
Du Kang stopped at this teahouse this time to check the planting effect of the seeds. Now it seems that it is as expected.
No matter how attractive the story is, it is still a pastime after dinner. Most people are busy with their livelihoods, and few people will come to drink tea specifically to listen to a story. In this teahouse, there are many people meeting to discuss business, and few people are listening to books.
Being able to attract crowds of people to gather together or even cheer for a wonderful story only exists in fantasy.
But Du Kang is already very satisfied with the current situation. Belief in gods has always been something that cannot be rushed. It is slowly spread among people in various places, and spreads slowly and silently, and one day it will achieve results.
After closing his spiritual eyes, the old storyteller's voice finally returned to normal in his ears.
"Lin Daiyu went through many hardships along the way and sent the Jin family and her daughter to a relative's home, but they could not live in other people's homes. She happened to hear that a large spiritual sect nearby was recruiting female disciples, so she went to join in the fun."
"After going to the sect's residence, I discovered that this place turned out to be a nunnery, and it was named Wenshu Nunnery. Lin Daiyu was only twenty-eight years old. How could she wish that her hair had been cut off in her youth? When she was about to leave, she happened to meet Wenshu.
The host of the nunnery..."
Du Kang held the nephrite in one hand, picked up the spoon in the other, ate a bowl of eight-treasure tea boiled with lotus seeds, peanuts, brown sugar, melon seeds, sesame, red dates, longan and wolfberry on the table, and said to Lady Fen.
"Counting the days, it has been almost half a month since Black-faced Lang got the Sky-shaking Hammer. With the fire of heaven and earth applied to the Hammer by the Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace, Black-faced Lang's body should have been almost eroded."
Du Kang has come to this county for the second time after half a month. Naturally, he cannot simply test the results of a storyteller's sowing. This time, he mainly comes to harvest the fruits of another victory.
The winter solstice will be here in less than half a year. The main body is collecting the materials needed for the refining of the divine weapons, and is trying to persuade the Blue Scaled Shark clan to help them carry out the sacrificial ceremony for the forging of the divine weapons. The matter of improving the forging skills can only be left to
On the body of Crow Taoist's clone.
Coincidentally, the Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace is a skill that requires life to be forged, so Du Kang targeted the nearby monsters who were not compatible with him.
This is a human county near Wuyun Ridge, called She County. It is ruled by a pig demon called Black Face Lang. Although people's lives are not satisfactory, they can barely survive, but Du Kang has now decided to give them another job.
Law.
"That black-faced man is just a stupid black wild boar. To the king, he is nothing more than a chicken or a dog. Let's pack it up quickly and go back to Wuyun Palace."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, within a moment, the pink lady's cheeks were already flushed, and the blood flowing from Du Kang's palms was warm, giving her a dizzy feeling like drunkenness.
The energy and blood of the big demon is very beneficial to the pink lady who walks the path of ghosts and immortals. If she can tie Du Kang to the bed every day, she will probably be able to break through to the intermediate level in half a year. Naturally, she doesn't want Du Kang running around.
, this will delay her practice.
"Your Majesty, your hands are so hot. Your little feet are almost melting."
Feeling that she had reached her limit, the red-faced pink lady quickly pulled her foot back, but the energy and blood in the Yin Shen kept churning and she could not calm down.
"I've said it before, too much is not enough, Yin Shen belongs to Yin, and a proper balance of Yin and Yang can improve your cultivation, but excessive amounts will also damage your ghost body. The majestic energy that was put into your body last night
Your energy and blood haven't been fully digested yet, so you dare to seduce me now, you're so greedy, and you're not afraid of burning yourself to death."
Du Kang drank a bowl of eight-treasure tea in a few mouthfuls. He pointed at the pink lady's eyebrows, and a black magatama mark appeared on the female ghost's forehead.
Visible to the naked eye, the blush on the pink lady's cheeks immediately faded.
[The charm is sealed]
This sealing technique can seal the specified life or energy. For the Crow Taoist clone with many skills, it is not difficult to help Pink Lady solve this problem.
"Let's go, come with me to take back the further Thunder Hammer."
After Du Kang took action, he walked downstairs. The pink lady behind him quickly put on her shoes and walked a few steps quickly to follow him.
The two of them walked all the way down the stairs, passed through the patio where the storyteller was, and walked out of the door of the tea house. Outside was the main street of Shan County where there were not many people.
Behind him, the storyteller's old but powerful voice continued to sound.
"Lin Daiyu became very close to the abbot after she was granted the privilege to teach hair practice. On this day, the abbot actually brought her back a water-milled Zen staff of more than 800 kilograms. This cola was broken..."